Southern Ancient Region.
The flames of war swirled in the air, on the verge of collapse.
The ancient race possessed enviable talents and abilities. They had inherited the blood of divine beasts. As long as an ancient race's expert could merge with the blood of divine beasts, they would be able to advance to Saint realm in the future. However, the heavens were fair. By bestowing the ancient race's experts with such heaven-defying talents, they had also deprived them of other abilities. For example …
Body.
The ancient race's physique was weak, even weaker than humans.
Every ancient race's expert was an innate Heavenly God Realm expert, a Heavenly Spirit Master. However, very few ancient race's experts could become peak Martial God Realm experts. Their weak physique determined that the ancient race's path to Martial God Realm experts would be filled with difficulties. Therefore, the ancient race could never become the main force of the war. They could only cooperate with the Sorcerer Tribe's experts to attack. This was their biggest disadvantage.
Their innate flaws could not be changed.
Although both Di Jiang and Shi Jiuyin had the foresight to send the Sorcerer Tribe's experts to the seven ancient regions to protect the ancient race's experts, this was only a small portion of the Sorcerer Tribe's experts. How could they be compared to the demonic beast race's experts who had been preparing for a long time?
A dense mass of black!
Under Lam Tok Tei's plan, the demonic beast race's experts used the strategy of mutual destruction to restrain the Sorcerer Tribe's army, preventing them from providing reinforcements. On the other hand, the Two-faced Lion Tribe's Beast King, Zong Yong, and the Dragon-Elephant Turtle Tribe's Beast King, Ao Jiang, were the leaders of the demonic beast race.
The demonic beast race's five royal races were the peak existences of the five great origin energies.
The Two-faced Lion Tribe's innate talent, 'Forest Wood', was full of vitality and endless. The Dragon-Elephant Turtle Tribe's innate talent, 'Rainbow Water', was able to cover the sky with rainbow light, crushing everything in its path. The two Beast Kings' abilities were able to restrain most of the Fire element Heavenly Spirit Masters in the Ancient Southern Region. Especially the Dragon-Elephant Turtle Tribe, they were the nemesis of the Fire element Heavenly Spirit Masters.
With the army pressing down on them, the Ancient Southern Region was in danger!
…
Covering the sky!
Flames, Forest Wood, and Rainbow Water collided fiercely.
The demonic beast race's experts charged forward fearlessly. Wave after wave of demonic beast race's experts suppressed the flames attacks of the ancient race's experts.. Even though the powerful warriors of the Sorcerer Tribe, who were like meat shields, tried their best to defend, the absolute difference in numbers caused the powerful warriors of the Sorcerer Tribe to be filled with loopholes.
Moreover, the aboriginals were now in a state of disarray. Some of them were fleeing, while others were fighting. There was no fixed pattern of cooperation at all.
He had been caught off guard by the demons!
"Haha!" A maniacal laughter came from the middle of the demon army. It was a strange person with two faces. One was laughing loudly, while the other had a calm expression. His eyes emitted a faint killing intent. It was the Demon King of the Two-Faced Lion Race, Zong Yong. He said casually, "Old Jiang, how long do you think the Ancients can last?"
The 'Old Jiang' he spoke of was a short old man, but his robust body was surprisingly terrifying.
He had a robust body that did not match his face at all. Every muscle seemed to have a terrifying explosive power. His forehead was full of wrinkles, and his back was slightly arched, as if he was a little hunchbacked. However, the faintly discernible light flashed with turtle scales, as if he was an old man carrying a turtle shell.
The Demon King of the Dragon-Elephant Turtle Clan, Ao Jiang!
"There is no need for six hours. The Ancients will definitely be routed," Ao Jiang said in a low voice. A bright light flashed across his dusky face, and he was full of confidence.
"I wonder if we will be able to meet that Ancient God Wu Feng?" Zong Yong clenched his fists, and his fighting spirit was clear.
"He will definitely be there," Ao Jiang said in a low voice. Ao Jiang said in a deep voice, "The Seven Great Ancient Gods have supreme positions in their respective ancient regions. If we launch a large-scale attack on the Southern Ancient Region, Ancient God Wu Feng will definitely not be a coward and will escape without a trace."
"Heh." Zong Yong's lips curled into a cold smile, and his eyes shone brightly. "If we can kill Ancient God Wu Feng, we will have made a great contribution."
Ao Jiang narrowed his eyes and slowly shook his head. "In terms of strength, Wu Li is on par with you and me. It will be easy for us to defeat him if we work together, but to kill him …"
"Difficult."
"Is that so?" Zong Yong frowned.
Ao Jiang nodded and said, "There is no need to be greedy. As long as the Ancient Southern Region is broken, we will have made the greatest contribution. Killing Ancient God Wu Feng will only be icing on the cake. If we want to kill him, we will inevitably be injured. There is no need to bite off more than we can chew. "
Zong Yong thought for a while and then laughed. "Old Jiang, you are still the most meticulous. You are right. It is enough to break the Ancient Southern Region!"
Ao Jiang's expression was still calm, and his eyes shone brightly.
…
Compared to the complacency of the Demon Race, the Ancient Race was in despair.
Not only were there corpses everywhere and rivers of blood flowed, but the morale of the Ancient Race experts was also low. Everyone frowned, and their faces were filled with disappointment and worry. In the face of such an attack, even if there were a few more ancient regions, they might not be able to defeat the Demon Race, let alone the Ancient Southern Region.
They retreated as they fought.
Fortunately, the Ancient Race experts were far more united than the Sorcerer Race and the Demon Race. With Ancient God Wu Feng, Wu Li, overseeing the situation, all the Ancient Race experts surged toward him.
No matter what, they needed a backbone.
For example, the Sorcerer Emperor to the Sorcerer Race and the Human Emperor to the Human Race. The "Emperor" of the Ancient Southern Region was Ancient God Wu Feng —
Wu Li.
Dressed in a loose robe, the man had neat short hair, and his eyes were dim.
Standing against the wind, Wu Li looked at the flames of war that could be faintly seen in the distance. His brows were tightly knitted together, and his expression was grave. It was not that the Demon Race had come without a trace this time, but that no one expected the Demon Race, who had always been active in the North and Northeast regions of the mainland, to suddenly launch a sneak attack on the Ancient Southern Region.
It was out of everyone's expectations.
"When did the Demon Race become so cunning?" Wu Li had many questions in his heart, but it was difficult for him to get an answer.
"They are well-versed in the art of war. If the Demon Race had such strength, they would have defeated the Sorcerer Race in the second War of the Sorcerer Race. It is really strange."
…
Wu Li sighed as he thought to himself.
The thought flashed past his mind, but there was no need to think too much about it. The situation was already urgent, and there was no way out.
What should he do?
There was no way out.
With his strength, it was easy for him to escape. However, as the Ancient God of the Ancient Southern Region, his people were all here. How could he leave? If even he left, how could the Ancient Southern Region survive? How many of his people would survive?
He would never do such a cowardly act.
Furthermore …
Wu Li turned around and looked at his residence not far away. His eyes were filled with worry.
"I can only hope that we can hold on for a little longer." Wu Li pondered. "I hope that the reinforcements of the Sorcerer Race and the other Ancient Clans will arrive as soon as possible. Perhaps there is still hope that the Ancient Southern Region will suffer fewer losses and retain some experts of the Ancient Southern Region."
"Ling 'er, protect Young Mistress," Wu Li said slowly.
"Yes, Master," Huang Ling cupped her hands and said.
"Cong, Jing, follow me …" Wu Li's eyes instantly lit up with a cold light. "Fight the Demon Race!"
"Yes, Master!" Feng Cong and Feng Jing were also filled with fighting spirit.
…
…
"Whoosh ~" Light flashed. Lin Feng finally arrived.
Piercing through the faintly broken protective wall, spiritual energy leaked out in all directions, scattered and intertwined. Just from the destruction of the protective wall, one could tell how intense the battle was. The protective wall existed to warn others and prevent Spirit energy from leaking out. However, it had become useless now. It was obviously done by the Demon Race.
Boom! Boom! Even from afar, he could clearly hear the sound of battle. It was like thunder piercing his ears.
Lin Feng's gaze was deep. The violent beating in his chest became more and more intense.
He felt as if he had been enlightened.
It was too familiar!
"It's here. The feeling of the heart's connection is here!" Lin Feng pursed his lips and gritted his teeth.
Was it because his grandfather was in danger? Was the blood of his relatives flowing in his veins telling him something?
It must be!
Lin Feng held the Doomsday Spear tightly in his right hand. His eyes were cold. He did not stop at all and rushed out. He was not a righteous person. The life and death of the Ancient Clans had nothing to do with him. Even the Ancient Feng Clan's clansmen were not that important. However …
His grandfather had to be saved!
"Xiu!" Lin Feng's heart sank as he dashed out.
Judging from the intensity of his heartbeat, the intensity of the battle and the intensity of the danger were definitely far beyond his expectations.
The Demon Race had indeed come prepared this time.
…
Chi! Chi! Lin Feng's eyes were cold and murderous.
As he rushed, he could see the Demon Race scattered everywhere. Looking at their ferocious faces, he thought of the scenes in the Kingdom of Maru. When the Doomsday Spear's cold light appeared, it killed directly. There was no mercy to speak of.
Right now, the Demon Race was his enemy.
He hated them to the core and would not rest until they were dead!
The behavior of the Demon Race was outrageous!
"These beasts." Lin Feng's expression was cold. He could see the Demon Race wreaking havoc everywhere. Similarly, there were many old, weak, women, and children among the Ancient Clans. They could not escape in time and were caught by the Demon Race. Some were tortured by the Demon Race. Some were even madly humiliated by the Demon Race.
They were inhumane!
Even if they could take human form and speak human language, their nature was still ugly. They were still beasts!
"Go to hell!" Lin Feng's voice was cold and trembling.
Looking at the Ancient Clan women who were covered in scabs and were about to be raped after death, that scene made his heart wrench in pain. Several Demon Clan experts from the Wolf Clan and the Fox Clan laughed wantonly as they licked and tore at the Ancient Clan women's flesh. Their cries and screams were mixed with agonizing screams. How could anyone remain calm?!!!
It was a tragedy!
Chi! Chi! Chi!
Blood splattered everywhere and even splattered on his face. Lin Feng did not care. He was filled with hatred.
Now, all that was left was anger!
He was extremely angry!
"God-damned beasts!" Lin Feng's eyes were blood-red. His body trembled, and even the Doomsday Spear was changing violently. The blue light absorbed the blood as if it could feel its master's anger. The connection made the Doomsday Spear hum with a strong killing intent.
Kill!
Kill!
…
Everywhere it passed, it destroyed everything in its path.
Lin Feng could no longer suppress the anger in his heart after witnessing the bloodshed and the atrocities with his own eyes.
This was human nature.
It touched the softest part of his heart.
No human could tolerate it!
"Demons, you deserve to die!" Lin Feng gritted his teeth and bathed in the bloody massacre.
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